The hour dead
I crawl into
My lonely bed.
To land of dreams
And fall to slumber
Deep it seems.
My sleep this night
Haunting music
Sheer delight.
Chords sublime
Music made
By heart so fine.
Pulls me along
To find the player
Of this song.
My spirit high
Its melody
A soulful cry.
The quiet halls
The sound seeps through
The very walls.
Into my soul
Makes me lose
My self control.
Of my quest
The author of
This music, best.
Ethereal sight.
That fades away,
At first daylight.
